I'm glad to have these things in the ground, but I'm discovering it's extremely difficult to be patient. I know July vegetables were an exercise in futility, but they sprouted almost overnight and some, like the pumpkins, grew alarmingly fast. I guess they gave me unrealistic expectations. I keep slipping outside to check on my boxes, but alas, there are no little sprigs of green. Something is sprouting, a square foot of volunteers; Jamie thinks they may be radishes, which I had no intention of planting again. I may have to rip them all out.
Patience is such a commodity right now. I'm trying to be patient with myself, my son, my husband, my job, my students; I feel that I could snap at any moment. I just don't know that I have any left for the garden. There's not really any choice, I guess. There's no way to hurry nature along, and so I wait.